Adultery Mirna – Vikram's Innocent Hotwife [COMPLETED]

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Chapter 102 - Deep Lessons from Bharath Continues

At Krish place in the morning 

Sunlight poured through the tall windows and filled the guest bedroom with warm gold. Vikram woke slowly, his head still heavy from the concussion and his ribs aching with every breath. He blinked against the brightness, trying to remember where he was. Then the city skyline came into focus. Dubai. Swathi’s flat. Safe, for now.


A gentle knock sounded on the door. Swathi stepped inside carrying a tray with fresh coffee. She wore a simple yet elegant cream kurta and palazzo pants, hair neatly braided, looking fresh and composed even at this hour. She smiled softly and set the tray on the bedside table.
“Good morning, or good noon I suppose,” she said. “You slept through breakfast.”

Vikram pushed himself up carefully, wincing as pain flared across his side.
“What time is it?”

“Ten in the morning,” she answered while sitting on the edge of the mattress. “Krish is waiting for you. Today you have important deals to sign, right?”

He nodded, still trying to clear the fog from his mind. He reached for the coffee. The mug felt hot and solid in his hands. The strong black aroma helped ground him.

Swathi watched him quietly for a moment before speaking again.
“You have changed a lot.”

Vikram looked up, brow creasing.
“How?”

She gave a small smile, almost wistful.
“I will tell you later. After your deals are done. You will be spending a week here, right?”
He nodded once more, slower this time.

“Yes.”

Swathi stood and smoothed her kurta.

“Take your time. Have a bath and prepare for the meeting with your important client. Krish is in the study. He will brief you.”
She paused at the door and glanced back with soft but piercing eyes.

“And Vikram… breathe. You are safe here.”

The door closed quietly behind her.

Vikram sat still for a long moment, coffee mug warm in his hands, staring at the glittering city beyond the glass. Safe. 
The word felt strange on his tongue.

Goa – Beachfront Villa – Same Time

The villa door clicked shut behind them as they returned from breakfast The living room lay dim, lit only by the soft glow of balcony lights spilling in from the sea. Waves whispered beyond the glass doors. Mirnaa slipped off her sandals, bare feet silent on the cool tile, and turned to Bharath with a tired but curious smile.

“What will we do today? Any outing planned?”

Bharath locked the door with slow deliberation, then stepped close until his body heat wrapped around her. His hand settled on her waist, pulling her gently against him. His voice dropped to a husky murmur right beside her ear.

“Now I am going to teach you oral.”

Mirnaa’s face flushed instantly, cheeks blooming deep pink, eyes widening in surprise.

He leaned even closer, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Blowjob and deep throat.”

She swallowed hard, breath catching in her throat. Her voice came out small.
“I am not comfortable with the smell and the leaks.”

Bharath’s fingers tightened slightly on her waist, firm but not painful.
“Not for me,” he said softly. “Do it for at least Vikram.”

He paused, letting the words sink deep, then added in a low, commanding tone:
“You have no say here to say no.”

He reminded her quietly, voice thick with authority:
“What you should do you remember right?.”

Mirnaa’s blush deepened, but she stepped closer. Her fingers trembled only a little as she reached for the buttons of his shirt. She worked each one open slowly, deliberately, kissing every newly revealed inch of skin just as he had taught her in the ritual. Chest. Sternum. Lower ribs. When the last button gave way, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, kissed the center of his chest, then sank to her knees.

Bharath stood motionless, watching her with dark, hungry eyes as she undid his belt and zipper, pulling his inners down. His thick cock sprang free, hard and heavy, veins prominent, pre-cum already beading at the tip.

He reached for her top and tore it in one sharp motion. Fabric ripped loudly, leaving her bare from the waist up. Then her bra — unhooked with a quick flick — straps sliding down her arms — breasts bouncing free, nipples already stiff in the cool air.

He pulled her up for a wild, deep kiss, tongue claiming her mouth, hands roaming her naked back, squeezing her ass, before guiding her back down to her knees.

“I will guide you,” he said, voice thick with lust.

He sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, cock standing proud.
Mirnaa knelt between his thighs, heart pounding, face inches from him.

He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, showing her the grip.
“First, take it in your hand.”

She did, palm warm, feeling him pulse against her skin.
“Now, kiss the tip.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the head, soft and tentative, tasting salt and musk.
“Circle with your tongue.”


She obeyed, tongue swirling slowly around the ridge, tracing the slit, feeling him swell even harder.
“Now, take it.”

She opened her mouth and took the head inside, lips stretching around him, tongue flat against the underside. The taste was salty, strong, pre-cum coating her tongue. She pulled back gasping, eyes watering.

Bharath’s hand came to her ponytail, gentle but firm.
“Come on, you can.”

He guided her back, voice low.
“A husband gets the ultimate thrill only when things like this happen. Don’t you want to satisfy your husband?”

Mirnaa looked up at him, eyes glassy, then slowly took him back, deeper this time, lips sliding down his shaft.
Bharath placed his hand on her head, grabbed her ponytail, and said:
“I will guide you, darling.”

She looked up at him, wide-eyed.
He continued:
“When you take it yourself and suck, it is a blowjob. When I go deeper and keep your head still, it is face-fuck.”

He pushed, slow yet steady, deeper, until she gagged softly, eyes watering.
“Mmmm…” her muffled sound came as her mouth filled with him.

“And you need to drink my cum today.”
Her eyes widened in panic.
He said:
“It is a lesson. If you do not want, you can spit it out.”

Her face showed confusion, almost hurt, but she nodded obediently.

He bent down slightly and pushed her head in motion, guiding her like she was sucking his dick, slow yet steady. 

She started giving a proper blowjob, lips sliding, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing.

Meanwhile, Vikram, fresh from his bath, decided to call Bharath since Mirnaa’s number stayed switched off.
The phone rang.

Bharath saw the number and smirked. He did not ask Mirnaa to stop.

Mirnaa realized who it was. She tried to free his cock from her mouth, wanting to speak with Vikram.
But Bharath understood instantly. He caught her head firmly and stopped her from moving away.
Before he answered the call, he leaned down and whispered:

“Do you forget? This week you are completely mine. He is your ex-husband, and only I am yours.”
Mirnaa could not think straight, eyes wide, mouth full.

He answered the call on speaker, voice casual.
“Hey Vikram, all good there?”
Vikram:
“All good. How is everything there? I reached Dubai safely and today we are signing the agreement. Thanks to you.”

Bharath said smoothly:
“I must thank you for speaking with Mirnaa. She is calm and supportive. I am yet to convince her fully, but I hope soon she will.”

Vikram felt a wave of relief wash over him, believing sex had not happened yet. Bharath lied without hesitation.

Mirnaa was looking up at him, yet his cock remained deep inside her mouth, lips stretched, cheeks flushed.

Bharath pressed the mute button on the phone, kept it aside in bed and looked down at her.

“See the thrill. Your husband on the phone, my cock inside you. It is time for the face-fuck lesson.”

He gripped her head with both hands and started face-fucking her, slow at first, then deeper. Her throat worked, gagging softly, eyes watering.

He unmuted the call. 

answering in speaker


Vikram asked:
“What is Mirnaa doing?”


Bharath answered casually:
“I guess she is eating something in a restaurant.”

Vikram:
“Can you ask her to call me?”

Bharath:
“No, Vikram. If she keeps clinging to you, how will I get a chance? I was the one who put her mobile switched off. Maybe I will send our selfies later. Anything else?”

Vikram:
“No… what is Aadharsh up to now?”

Bharath:
“I will update you later. My friend Rishi is following them.”

While they spoke, Bharath kept exploring her mouth, pushing deeper, her throat bulging slightly, struggling with each thrust.



He reached his ultimate fantasy, cut the call abruptly by saying:
“Call you later. Aadharsh is coming in.”
He lied.

Then he threw the phone aside, caught her head with both hands. “Now it is time for deep throat, baby.”

He went on brutal mode.. Vikram's phone call made him made he unleashes his rage on her

She got suffocated and pulled herself off, gasping for air, but Bharath kept pushing her back. 

He fucked her face for ten full minutes, steady and deep, until he unloaded all his cum, hot and thick, filling her mouth completely.

She swallowed some, spit some , eyes wide, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Afterward, voice hoarse, she questioned him:
“Why do you behave so rude since the session?”

Bharath noticed her face had changed a little. Doubt had crept in.

She asked:
“I have not spoken with him for days. 
What makes you think you can stop me from speaking to him? 
Ten minutes — can’t you give it for us?”

She tensed, stood up quickly, walked to her phone, and turned it on.
The screen lit up immediately — notifications flooding in.

Vikram’s messages. 
Missed calls.

She felt a pain.. Bharath watched her in silence, calculating every shift in her expression.